I don't know why I think of her as 'poor'...maybe because it's taken me almost exactly a year to get round to painting her up from the original scribble. And as I painted, I wondered (not for the first time) about why I drew her, what it all means, and all that kind of good old naval gazing stuff. Then I stopped, because there's some places I don't want to go. It's a toy bird. With a patchwork egg and hand knitted socks. End of story.
She wears her heart on her sleeve - literally. And like a lot of us, she's a bit saggy in places she didn't used to be.
This is a bit disturbing...it's the same driver from 'The Lost Balloon'. I never did like him. He drove a taxi previously, and is making a habit of turning up in my work, lurking in the background. What is he waiting for? Why did I put him in? What sinister secrets is he hiding? Stop. It's a toy bird. With a patchwork egg and hand knitted socks. End of story.
And here are some potential passengers...oh look, there's a tiny yolk on the sign...I spent a large amount of my childhood waiting for buses with my mum; I wonder if that's me as a little chick. So who are the other two characters? How long have they been waiting? Has dreamy Celia missed the bus? No. It's a toy bird. With a patchwork egg and hand knitted socks. End of story...